I can hear the bulls calling after their lady loves in separate pastures. A glance out the window and I can see the bulls lined up along the fence and across the road cows flirting right back. They lull and call back and forth. It’s a peaceful sound and one that takes me back to my mom and dad’s house. How many times did I sit on the porch steps and listen to our bull call to back and forth to the cows.
The horses are happy and sleek. They enjoy their larger pasture munching on the green grass. They whinny and sigh in contentment.
A meadowlark – one of my favorite birds – is sitting on a fencepost calling his happy little melody. Redwing black birds flutter on and off power lines. Somewhere in the pasture something has disturbed a Killdeer and her bleating call adds to the symphony. A wren has made a home in a birdhouse in a tree and we are greeted by her little song as well.
This evening I am surprised to hear the throaty call of a bullfrog from the pond.
We live in a beautiful place. The hills are green and lush.